Our PhD dissertations. Three hundred pages – our best effort. Our final effort. The fruit of your youth – of our mid 20s … Our late 20s …
Three hundred pages: what we have done with our lives. Where it’s all led.
Three hundred pages to show us who we were. What we could do. What we couldn’t do …
Three hundred pages of compromise. Three hundred pages of our mediocrity, spun out.
Three hundred pages, that no one will read, it’s true. But three hundred pages, out there. Three hundred pages, under our names. That we can no longer delete. That we can’t subtract. That we can’t unwrite …
Three hundred pages – as permanent testament. As proof forever. Of our mediocrity. And worse than mediocrity.
Work in Progress 